How to Steal Your Childhood Friend's Panties (2)
A merciless blue translucent screen blinked right in front of my face.
And in the pocket of my school uniform pants, I could feel the heavy, lingering warmth of the white lace panties Chloe had been wearing mere moments ago.
My breath caught in my throat.
The catastrophic pain that had threatened to rupture my heart on the spot was gone — but what filled the void it left behind was a level of psychological pressure and humiliation beyond anything I could have imagined.
This insane system bastard… it's really crossing the line now.
If I didn't clear this grotesque, hellish quest, my heart would stop and I would die instantly.
But to buy myself even a little more time to live, I had to look my childhood friend straight in the eyes — the same childhood friend currently trembling from head to toe with betrayal and shame, tears welling up — and certify the most vulgar, perverted act imaginable.
"Adrian… what's actually wrong with you…?"
Chloe's voice quivered in tiny, broken fragments.
She was clutching the hem of her short red plaid skirt with both hands in sheer desperation. Every knuckle standing out white against the crimson checkered pattern had gone bloodless.
Her lower half, left completely defenseless after her underwear had been snatched away in an instant. The cool air unique to the reading room was seeping over that bare, empty skin, reminding her in real time just how nightmarish and bizarre a situation she was trapped in.
A red bra strap peeked precariously through the slightly rumpled collar of her white uniform shirt. And atop her pink bob that glowed translucent in the sunlight, even the large red ribbon was trembling, as if giving voice to her fury and mortification.
"Y-you stuck your hand up my skirt earlier, didn't you? It wasn't a bug… you took mine, didn't you? Right?!"
"Chloe, that's— I mean—"
"Give them back…! Give them back right now, you perverted bastard!"
Chloe finally broke, tears spilling over as she shoved roughly at my chest with her fists. Those small punches carried sharp, biting mana that left my sternum stinging — but every nerve I had was locked on the countdown ticking away in the corner of my vision.
With every digit that dropped on that damned blue screen, the stranglehold of death tightening around my throat grew stronger.
On top of that, thanks to the strange mana the system had forcibly injected into me to drive the quest forward, a certain region of my uniform trousers was swelling to a thoroughly abnormal degree.
The moment I carried out this quest, my social life would be finished — success or failure be damned.
Goodbye, my short little life…
I had to survive.
Whether I got cursed out for it, whether I got branded a disgusting pervert for the rest of my days — first things first, I needed to keep breathing.
"…Chloe."
"Hic… why! Why would you take mine?! Even if we're childhood friends, how could you do something like this to me…!"
"Look me in the eyes."
"What…?"
At my low, deadly serious tone, Chloe choked back a sob and forced her head up with visible effort. Tears brimming in those clear, enormous red eyes spilled down her pale cheeks in shining trails.
In her gaze, deep betrayal directed at me tangled messily with the humiliation of having suffered this kind of lewd robbery at the hands of her own childhood friend.
But somewhere beneath it, I could also feel a fragile hope rising — the hope that maybe, just maybe, there was some unavoidable reason behind the grave look in my eyes.
This was my chance.
Hesitate any longer and I was dead.
Rustle—.
I slid my hand into my pants pocket. Then, slowly, I drew out the soft, warm scrap of crimson-tinged fabric coiled around my fingertips.
Chloe's eyes flooded with pure, colossal horror in that instant.
Because the white lace panties that had been cradling her soft backside — that had clung most intimately against her pale skin — were now dangling from her childhood friend's hand in broad daylight, right there in the library reading room.
"You… have you actually lost your mind?! Why are you pulling those out right now?!"
"Chloe. Watch closely."
I locked my gaze dead-on with her red eyes.
My heart felt like it was about to explode. Shame sent every drop of blood in my body surging backward.
But I didn't stop. I brought that scrap of fabric, still carrying her residual warmth, straight up to my nose and mouth.
And then—
I inhaled as deeply as my lungs would allow.
Snnnfff—.
"…Ah?!"
A short, strange little moan of shock burst from Chloe's lips — something that went well past simple astonishment.
Right before her eyes, her childhood friend was burying his face in the underwear she had been wearing until moments ago, drinking in the scent like a man obsessed.
Through the fabric, Chloe's distinctive tangy, dizzying body scent and the sweet fragrance of her lily-of-the-valley perfume seeped deep into my lungs. That secret, intimate aroma sent a sharp tingle through my brain, and I felt my reason slip a notch without meaning to.
Naturally, something vicious and brutal inside my pants reared its head.
But the mission wasn't over yet.
The highest-difficulty line was still waiting.
With the panties pressed tight against my nose, I stared unblinkingly into Chloe's eyes — eyes that were trembling with shame from head to toe — and murmured the words.
"As expected… Chloe's panty scent is the absolute best."
It was the worst.
The self-loathing of having reduced myself to human garbage washed over me in waves the second the words left my own mouth.
And yet, somehow, a twisted rush of pleasure came flooding in right alongside it.
"……!!"
Chloe was so stunned she couldn't form a single word. Her face had already burned past the pink of her hair, flaring even redder than her crimson lingerie.
Her lips quivered.
Having witnessed this abnormal, obscene fixation directed at her, fear and humiliation and some other inexplicable, strange emotion began to tangle together in her heart.
.
Ding—.
Linked Quest Complete!
🎁 Reward: Lifespan Extension
⚡ Skill Awakened:Ironclad Grace (Lv.1)
I was alive.
The terror of death that had been binding my entire body drained away like the tide going out. At the same time, the abnormal Excitement Mana crushing down on my lower half began to gradually subside.
I let out a long breath of relief and pulled the panties away from my nose. Then I quietly held them out toward Chloe.
"Here. I'm giving them back."
"Y-you want me to put these back on again?! The panties you just buried your nose in?!"
Smack—!!
A sharp crack of impact rang through the reading room.
Chloe's open palm slammed across my cheek without a shred of mercy.
"Gahk!!!!!!"
A stinging pain flared as my head snapped to the side.
"You demon of a perverted bastraaaaard!!"
Chloe roughly snatched the panties from my hand, shoved them haphazardly up under her red plaid skirt, grabbed her bag, and stormed out like a hurricane.
Bang—!
The reading room door slammed shut hard enough to nearly tear off its hinges.
Left alone, I rubbed my swollen red cheek and collapsed heavily into a chair.
"Haa… I seriously feel like dying."
I'd cleared the first hurdle, sure — but the thought of how I was supposed to face my childhood friend from now on left my future looking pitch black.
It was fine. The quest was done, so I could just calmly explain that this was all because of a curse. If it was Chloe — if it was her — she would understand me.
Honestly, she probably would have just handed them over if I'd asked nicely (?).
Consoling myself with that, I trudged out of the reading room and headed for the dormitory.
The entire walk across the academy campus's green grounds, the soft sensation of Chloe's underwear lingering on my fingertips and that sweet body scent refused to leave my head.
To be completely honest… I wasn't exactly in a normal state either.
Even now, the mana pooled down there showed no sign of ebbing.
This… do I have to take care of it myself before it goes down?
I barely managed to drag my exhausted body to my dorm room, open the door, and collapse onto the bed when—
Ding—.
Shattering the silence of the room, that cruel, crystal-clear blue translucent screen flooded my vision once again.
Voyeurism and Masturbation
📋 Objective: In full view of your childhood friend Chloe, masturbate while holding her panties.
👁 Cooperation Condition: Chloe must "watch" the protagonist masturbate without looking away for even a single instant. (If Chloe averts her eyes, the mission fails.)
⏱ Time Limit: 30 minutes
🎁 Reward: Lifespan Extension; Skill Ironclad Grace (Lv.1) upgrades to Lv.2
💀 On Failure:Death
"…What?"
A hollow breath slipped from my mouth.
Masturbate in front of her?
And Chloe had to watch the whole thing without looking away even once?
This was a trial on an entirely different level from sniffing her panties.
No — hang on. Chloe just slapped me and ran off. There's no way she'd come to my room…!
That was when a violent pounding erupted against my door.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
"Adrian! I know you're in there! Open this door right now!"
It was Chloe's voice. But it was nothing like the tearful one from the library.
Her voice was steeped in murderous mana — and layered thick beneath it, something like an abnormal, obsessive fixation.
A shadow fell across the gap under the door, and through the peephole I could see her red eyes flashing.
She ran away from the library with her face on fire… so why did she walk all the way to my dorm room door of her own free will?
In the corner of my vision, completely oblivious to the situation, a red countdown started ticking down all over again.
Well… at least this saves me the time of going to find her.
To stay alive, I had no choice but to reach a trembling hand toward the doorknob.
